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Two white cups and I got that drankTwo dyke jawns but tonight they straightRedbox flow and I do not dateReal G shit I don’t use no capeI got my cake; I love hip hopJ Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big SeanNigga wanna act we can get improveBread on me that’s a garlic knotTats out and my hair longLoud shit, Weird noiseLike B.o.B., Got airplanesNot one J got a pair or moreFolarin bitch releast nigga in this hoShoutout to them niggas who still fuck with me at InterscopeMy ambition to blowThis is why I’m in this fo’Women at my poleThis is oh so much like getting votesI make her kitten moistThis is why her nigga madI just give her bigger O’sHe just get her bigger bagsI’m an asshole, so what my bitches like it?I’m why she get excitedYou why she buy the vicesThe tightest writer to write, dopest flower to quote itI’m zonin; I’m in Seattle with Little Cheyenne and TonyWhat up? My sister and them, All my niggas listeningI be one and done’ing hoes like Crawford at MichiganRealest nigga told you that, Cloey love me more than rapBitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that Kobe rapDMV we on the map, it’s over for these corny niggasWicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visitThere’s no answer for it, these rhetorical lyricsTalking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinionsI’m on one, we on weed but she on EShe so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I’m a don see?No car key and I mean thatCause I show fur, no bikini waxMy Moschino that fire, bet you never seen thatSwear this closet full of heat, bitch I never need a matchUndefeated, GS in a t-shirt and my Leaders hatChange of scenery, I’m Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeahTurned into a shark and I got that from all this DC crapFuck yo bitch to The Weeknd, I ain’t speaking bout that CD playerBut shout to that OVO, Shout out to the whole T.OShout YMCMB, MMG we run the globeThis the district where politicians is fucking goonsAnd I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of newsA neutral mover, truly cool with a bunch of crewsBetter keep a shooter, there’s always one with something to proveNice for that war, trying to see my daughter walkKeep wifey in La Perla and don’t you ask her what that tori costAlways keep a dodie on on me, I ain’t for that Maury talkA 40 of that OE, Casey Veggie my homieOut in LA I'm fakin’ hitting switchesThis ain’t mine, it’s Ricky, but shhh don’t tell my bitchesI swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this businessI swear it’s like this liquor is improving a lot of womenIntuitively and gifted, Too empty, this is LiptonHallucinating from Rufilin, Who is saying is iller?Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, Swizzy flowWomen front, they get its coldShe never play no games with me so I never get her CoachI’m supposed to boast, this lyrical overdoseNiggas George Foreman grillin’, shit I spit that rope-a-dopeShe be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smokeWhite boys gon set the mood, yeah, that’s word to Hall & OatesAnd it’s still fuck everybodyI run the Summer, don’t plan on sharing pottiesShoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fineThat yellow bitch, a lot of face, she that emoticonGot a bunch of haters, but I got more to countMohammed got a little mac, don’t get your shoulder poppedI don’t really know a lot, but I hope these people know my heartMy Nomo could be found in stores with a jersey only Nomo gotKonichiwa, shadow chain and decent watchIf I’m getting geechy I can rock three chains on either blockDC maybe PG MMG shit please do understand itThe only team more powerful? Sasha and Malia familyMalia family, We the familyI give these bitches my seed, swear they don’t need a nannyWon’t see me in the Phantom til a nigga see a Grammy